#lukemark3

Xander: It had already been about two hours into the party, the one that was very much needed in this shit boring town. Xander had been sick for a week and now he was better, what better way to celebrate than a huge party to wake up Bristol? He had been confused with what he was feeling ever since the other night he spent with Sienna. Xander liked her a lot, and really wanted to get to know her more. But she was just as confused. And to forget his problems, alcohol and drugs were the answer. Tons of people were at his flat, and outside, just everywhere. People he didn't even know. He loved it. Xander was already pretty much fucked, he couldn't explain what 'sober' even meant. He walked over to a table that had an unopened bottle of vodka and cracked it open, chugging it down quickly.

Mark: Mark hadn't been sure what he was feeling lately. After the entire thing with Luke had been clogging his mind. When they were at work he avoided him like a plague and then went home immediately. If they pulled up at the same time Mark would go around in circles until Luke went into this apartment. He avoided Luke with everything in him because well at the moment he kind of wanted to punch him but at the same time he just wanted to say he was sorry, though, Mark never said he was fucking sorry. He had admitted that he was a bit in the wrong, that much he could admit but that was about it. So he decided that why not go to this party? Mari wanted to go cos of Xander and though he was a bit edgy with the dude he trusted her and he wanted to get fucked to forget everything. He wasn't sure what to really do other than just kind of live in the moment. But right now he often tended to think about what Luke said, repeat it over and over in his mind because he took Luke's opinion very highly. Almost like Luke was his older brother. He was already pretty drunk and he was busy eating the food on the table, but he could barely see anything. "Shit." He said to Mari, "I feel like throwing up." He laughed and then he put his hand around her waist for a moment and then he felt his head. They were well into the party and it was crowded and he needed to go outside to let some fresh air in through his lungs. "Alright, I'll be right back." he said as he kissed her forehead and then went outside to sit down before he went back in.

Franky: Franky had been informed by Mari that there was a party and that she should go. But if she was being honest she didn't want to go. But she went anyways because she felt like she hadn't seen Mari or Mark in a long time. Especially the night that Mari felt suicidal. She decided to check up and see if she was okay, but she was running late and Luke bitched the entire time about not wanting to go either, but Franky figured that a drink wouldn't kill him and they only needed to make an appearance for at least ten minutes then they could go do whatever. When they finally arrived she had gotten out and looked at Luke and then rolled her eyes. "It won't be that bad." She said with a smirk as she grabbed his hand and then went inside. When she went in she was hit with scent of alcohol and weed. She had looked around the area and wasn't sure what to do. "I'll be right back." She had let go of his hand to go find Mari or Mark either or just to tell them hi and then leave.

Mari: Marisol was already having a blast with Mark at this party. It's been awhile since she enjoyed herself like this, ever since her dad came home from his month long business trip anyway. Hell, if Marisol thought the house was awkward with her mom, try her parents in the same room together. They used to be so lively back in Madrid, now everything became so dull and lifeless. Her dad, just sitting on his lounge chair, reading a newspaper; and her mother kept stealing a few glances but never talked. What sort of relationship was that? Marisol was just hoping to god the Breakfast Club had one thing wrong: that when you grow up your heart dies. Marisol didn't want to be her mother when she got older, she hated the thought it fact. Soon she shook the thoughts out of her head, she was with Mark. At a party hosted by none other than Xander fucking Lanbury. It just screamed 'have a good fucking time or bust'. Taking a sip from her red cup, the signature code for cheap beer, she nodded at Mark before he kissed her forehead and went away to go get some fresh air. Awkwardly standing by the snacks, the feeling was all too familiar, the awkward girl standing in the corner of the party. Running her fingers through her perfect, brown waves, she scanned the room around for Xander, having no luck doing so.

Xander: It took Xander about five minutes to finish off that bottle of vodka. His head was spinning and it was the greatest feeling in the world to him. Xander stumbled, trying to place the empty bottle on the table in front off him. It almost fell off and onto the ground but he caught it, laughing at himself. Xander stumbled along through everyone, hearing laughing and loud music, and he could see people making out and puking, it was an average Xander Lanbury party. It made him grin playfully to himself. That's when he spotted Mari, she looked kind of like a blur but then again - everything did. Xander walked over to her swinging his arm over and around her shoulder. "Eh' mamacita." He said in a mocking tone, laughing at himself once again. Without thinking, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to where everyone was dancing. "I just re-really feel like dancing!" He yelled, stuttering a bit, making sure she'd hear through the music. Xander heard her laughing and saw her smiling, along with him grinning here and there. They were dancing for about five minutes now, he was in his own little world. That's when their faces began moving closer and without a second thought, he kissed her. His hands were on her waist still dancing along to the music. If he was sober, he would have never done this. But it was the alcohol's fault.

Sienna: She had no idea why she was there, at a party where she only knew maybe two people. So far, Sienna hadn't seen Xander and she'd been there an hour. Shrugging it off, she found a deserted half empty bottle of alcohol and she grinned. Seeing Marisol from across the smoke filled room, she wiggled her fingers vaguely before taking a seat on the couch. There was some guy with weed next to her and after getting a little closer to him, she managed to improve her mood a little more. It was awkward, because usually she had no trouble getting into delicious trouble at parties but with a job interview the next morning she couldn't afford to be hungover. "Fuck this," Sienna muttered, pushing herself off the couch and heading for the door. Bumping into a dancing couple, she almost ignored it but she recognized the guy and something stopped her. Staring at Xander, her face fell momentarily. "Excuse me," She spat, her jaw tightening as she pushed her way past them going outside.

Luke: Luke didn't even want to be at this party. He didn't know the guy hosting it well, he thinks he might have punched him once. Hard to remember, though, since he's punched a lot of people. He was drinking a beer, not bothering to get too fucked up since they weren't planning on staying long. He never got excessively fucked up, anyway. He was standing against the wall and waiting for Franky to come back so they could go out to the car and maybe have a shag. Luke spotted Mari by herself, and his eyes immediately scanned the room for Mark. He didn't find him. When his gaze went back to Mari, she was with another guy. They were dancing awfully close, and right as Luke was thinking it was a bit weird they kissed. He stared for a moment, and then a wide smirk slid onto his face.

Mari: Marisol was finally spotted by Xander (piss drunk might she add), and he was his usual self only a bit more of an asshole. Great. With the alcohol in her sustem, she couldn't help but laugh at him seeing he was far more drunk the Mari was. Before the Spanish girl knew it, he was pulling her into the dancing crowd to do some drunk dancing. Marisol just laughed the whole time at her wasted friend, not noticing the short distance between them, if you could even call it a space. She was obviously a bit drunk herself so even if she did, she wouldn't have minded it. They were just dancing, nothing more; nothing less. She smiled widely as she let herself loose a bit more instead of being so stiff and as her mom liked to say it, 'gringa'. It was all shits and giggles until he had made a move on her. Xander made a move and -- Marisol kissed back for a second before realizing -- what the fuck she was doing. Just in time someone broke them apart, and Marisol had touched the bottom of her lips gently. Still feeling a slight tingling. What the fuck.. "Coño.." She sighed to herself, still in fucking shock of this whole thing. She looked up from the floor to the wall spotting a pair of blue eyes that were too striking to not recognize. Fucking Luke Martin.

Mark: Mark had to let himself think for a while, it had only been a couple minutes but he was feeling better. He had sighed a bit as he went over back inside and then went to look for Mari. During his time outside he had a lot of thinking; he was gonna let Luke go. He had to because it brought a lot of pain thinking about Luke. Because even though Luke was his brother he had to let him go. And right now Mari was the one thing keeping him sane at the moment. When he went on he wrapped his arms around her and looked down at her. "You're so small. My grunge hamster." He joked and then said,"sorry I had to think for a while... Shit was getting too real in my head." He felt bad because he did love Mari, that was his first love and he'd always love her and want the best for her. "I love you, I'm sorry about being a fucking pussy lately." He says and then he grabs another beer taking a sip of it and then he lets himself be content. He was letting something go but gaining something else in return.

Luke: Luke's eyes locked with Mari's and his smirk spread into a grin. By the look on her face, she knew she was in deep shit. This was something that Luke wasn't going to let go. Maybe not ever. He finally had something to torture her with, that is, unless she told him herself. He doubted she would, though. Mark returned and Luke watched them carefully, the smirk back on his face as he took another sip of his beer. His eyes never left the couple.